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The 
BLACKSMITH'S DAUGHTER. 



(ACTIISTG RIGHTS RESERVED.) 

William Dupey, A Machinist, 

Tom Sweep, A Blacksmilh, 

Andrew Poldean, President of Iron Works, 

Richard Standhope, Superintendent of Iron Works, 

Harvey Blake, The Plotter, 

John Thomas, A Watchman, 

Patrick O'Hooley, "Who'll niver dhrenka^'in." 

Simon Smart, Poldean's man-servant, 

Mrs. Poldean, Ooe of the "Aristocracy," 

Bridget O'Hooley, : A loving wife, 

Nellie, "The Blacksmith's Daughter." 

Clerks, Workmen, Dinner-carriers, Soldiers, Etc. 

ACT I. 

Scene 1. Exterior of the Middleton Iron Works. Disclose 

Blake and Standhope. 
Blake: Well, what have we accomplished, Standhope? 
Standhope: Nothing-. 
Blake: Nothing? Which means you have not given the 

watchman your instructions? 
Standhope: I told him to watch this fellow, and report to 

me. Having heard nothing from him, I conclude he has 

nothing, as yet, to report. 
Blake: Where is he now? 
Standhope: Who, Dupey? 
Blake: No; Thomas, the watchman. 
Standhope: He should be around here somewhere. 
Blake: Well, find him, if you can, and tell him that I wish 

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to speak to him. 

Standhope: I'll see if I can find him. Exit. 

Blake: And so the ganae begins! The cards are dealt; and 
if I do not inisfcake, I hold the winning hand. The right 
card played ac the right time; a little care on my part; a 
little moDRv judiciously used; a little watchfulness on 
the part of Thomas; and a little rascality, — ha, ha, ha — on 
the part of Standhope, and the game is mine — and 
wealth and love I Did ever man play for higher stakes? 
(Sarcaslicly) Mr. Dupey will have to be a better gamester 
than I think he is to beat me in this. But here comes 
Standhope and Thomas. I must make this watchman 
mine. (Enter Standhope and Thomas) Good morning, 
Thomas. 

Thomas: Good morning, sir. 

Blake: Mr. Standhope has told you, I suppose, why I wish 
to see you. 

Thomas: No, sir; he just told me that you wanted to speak 
to me. 

Blake: Well, Thomas, there is a man who works at these 
shops, a machinist, named Dupey - William Dupey, who, 
we feel sure, is an agitator. We want you to keep a 
close watch on him and report to us every thing he does. 

Thomas: Mr. Standhope gave me those orders two or three 
days ago. 

BJake: Ah! and what have you to report? 

Thomas: Nothing. 

Blake: Come, my man, try to remember. Maybe this will 
help you. (Gives Thomas money.) 

Thomas: (Taking money) Thank you, sir. What is it you 
want me to do? 

Blake: Tell me everything you know concerning this fellow 
Dupey. 

Thomas: Well, sir; he is a fine looking man, and wears bet- 



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ter clothes than most poor men; he is a good workman; 
he is polite to everybody; and he is a favorite in — 

Blake: Stop, stop! I don't care to know his virtues. I want 
to know his vices. 

Thomas: I don't know them myself, sir. 

Blake: Come, my man; I see you don't understand the mean- 
ing of money. There is more to follow the first. 

Thomas: I understand the meaning of money; but I don't 
think I know what you want to know. 

Blake: (Aside) Confound the fellow; he really doesn't know 
anything, or else he will not tell! I'll try him (Aloud) Do 
you ever see him take any bundles from the shops? 

Thom£s: Yes, sir. 

Blake: Ah, I thought so! Have you discovered what they 
contain? 

Thomas: Yes, sir. 

Blake: What? 

Thomas: His overalls, sir. (Aside) I guess that smacked his 
jaw. 

Blake: I want no foolishness. Do those bundles contain 
nothing else — nothing that belongs to the company? 

Thomas: Not that I know of. 

Blake: It's your place to know. Standhope, this man can 
tell us nothing, so we had better go before the workmen 
arrive. (To Thomas) I'll make a bargain with you. On 
the day that you give us proof of a cause sufficient to 
discharge William Dupey, I will give you a hundred 
dollars. What do you say? 

Thomas: I'll try to earn the money. 

Blake: You will be sure to earn it if you try. Come Stand - 
hope. Exit. 

Standhope: Now keep your eyes open, Thomas, and a hun- 
dred dollars will be yours before you know it. Blake is 
as good as his word. Exit, 



THE BLACKSMITH'S DAUGHTER. 

Thomas: Then his must be a durn poor word; for he is as 
sorry a man as I ever saw. (Shakes his fist after Stand- 
hope) And you are just like him! The fools! They think 
they have in me a tool that will do their dirty work for 
a hundred dollars; but they'll see. (Enter Tom Sweep, 
unseen by Thomas ) I'd like to have the hundred dol. 
lars; but I'll never earn it by saying one word to injure 
Mr. Dupey! 

Sweep: (Comming forward) Right, man; right! He, who 
would injure his fellow man, is worse than the devils in 
hell. But who wants you to injure Dupey? 

Thomas: ( onfused) Er, ah, er; that fellow Blake. 

Sweep: Who is Blake? 

Thomas: (Regaining his composure) Mr. Sweep, I am glad 
you heard what I said; though I didn't kuow I was talk- 
ing aloud. I am in a muddle. A few days ago Mr. 
Standhope, the superintendent, who got me this job, 
came to me and said: "Thomas, I want you to keep an 
eye on a machinist, who works here. His name is Dupey. 
I think he is up to some devilment, and I want to nip it 
in the bud." And then early this morning he came to 
me again and said that Mr. Blake wished to speak to 
me. I came here with him, and Blake asked me a lot of 
questioms, trying to find out something wrong with Mr. 
Dupey. Now, I couldn't, if I would, have told him anything 
wrong. Mr. Dupey has been a friend to me - he lent me 
money when my wife was sick, and I'll never forget 
him. Before Blake left he told me if I would discover 
any sufficient reason to have Mr. Dupey discharged, he 
would give me a hundred dollars. 

Sweep: What did you tell him? 

Thomas: I told him, I would try to earn the money. But I 
didn't mean it in the way he took it. 

Sweep: Who is this man Blake? 

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Thomas: Why; a nephew of Andrew Poldean, president of 
this Company. 

Sweo{): (Excitedly) Ah, aDOther of the same flock! A vil- 
lian of the blackest dye I A cowardly cur. who dares not 
face the man be hates, but bites him in the back I I'd like 
to have all of your kind under my foot, and grind you, 
srrind you in the dust, base deceivers I Excuse me, man; 
ir makes me mad to think of those dogs. 

Thomas: But what would you advise me to do? 

Sweep: Do nothing, say nothing, know nothing! If they 
should ask you again for information, tell them that yon 
have been unable to discover anything. Say nothing to 
anyoneof what they, or I, have said to you. But above all, 
keep them still of the opinion that you are trying to 
help them. You can only deal with such people on thMr 
own ground. 

Thomas: Thank you, Mr. Sweep, I'll follow your advice. 
I must be going now. Good morning. Exit. 

Sweep: Andrew Poldean, I had thought your name would 
never pass my lips again; but it has burst forth, and all 
the old time hatred with it! For thirty years I've held 
your secret in my grasp. I've flaunted it in your face, 
and made you kneel in the dust to me. Sach was your 
fear of me, you tried to silence me with your gold, and 
when that would not suffice, you tried to silence me w^ith 
your assassins; but I baffled them. That was years ago. 
For twenty years I have been as one dead to you; and 
you no doubt thought me dead; bnt the dead is alive 
again. Beware, Andrew Poldean, beware! You bar- 
gained with me once — a conditional bargain; but that 
condition has been broken. Oneof vour kind — your neph- 
ew — crosses my path, and menaces the happiness of a 
friend; so your long-buried secret shall rise up before 
you again! The skeleton in your closet shall rattle its 

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bones once morel Five thousand dollars was the pledgee 

—five thousand dollars thoa shalt receive again! Exit. 

Enter Patrick O'Hooley. 

O'Hooley: Begorry, an' et's a divil ov a noigrit Oi've spint. 

Niver ag'in will I lave Bragit ter care fer the childer, 

wholle Oi git on a dhruuk. Oh, me head! Fourteen 

glasses ov beer an' half as rainny punches, makes me 

feel loike Oi've hed some ither koindov punches. (Enter 

Bridget from back.) An' whin Bragit gits hould ov 

me she'll goive me the ither koind ov punches roight. 

Bridget: (Catching O'Hooley in the collar from behind, 

and hitting him.) Yis, there's one! 
O'Hooley: Houly Saint Patrick! 

Bridget: (Hitting O'Hooley) There's anither. Ter thoink 
oi've set up the blessed noight waitin' fer yer, an' yer 
niver coume, et all, et all. (Hits him) Take thet! 
O'Hooley: Oh, Bragit! Bragit! 

Bridget: (Hitting him and throwing him from her) There 
go; et's no use baitin' a baste loike yer; fer as soon as 
et's doune smartin' yerTl go an' do et ag'in, ag'in. 
O'Hooley: No. Bragit; oi'U niver do et ag'in. 
Bridget: Thet's what yer sed befoure, befoure. 
O'Hooley: Yis, me darlin', an' Oi mint et too; but Moike 
Laferty sez ter me, "Coume Pat an' hev a dhrenk." 
"Faith, Moike," sez Oi, "Oi can't coume weth yer; Oi've 
tould Bragit Oi'll niver dhrenk as'in." Thin sez he, 'A 
glass ov beer is not dhrenkiu', coume in an' hev a glass 
ov beer." An' so I wint with hem, an' soon I was so 
dhrunk Oi didn't know me ow>i house; an' where Oi 
wint, an' where Oi slept, the divil a bit do Oi know. 
Bridget: Thet's just loike yer— dhrenkin' beer loike a 

Dutchman. 
O'Hooley: Now, Bragit, me darlin' et wasn't me fault; et 

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was Moike Laferty's. 

Brids:et: Yis, an' ef Oi hed me hand^ on Moike Laferty 
Oi'd fil] hem so foull ov houles he would oiver beable to 
hould liquor ag'm, a^'io. 

O'Hooley: Braojit, yer'll ferf;^oive me thes toime, won't yer? 

Bridget: Yis, ef yer'll niver git dhrunk iny moure, iny 
raoure. 

O'Hooley: Oi swear it, braerit! 

Bridget: Thet's a dear man. Oi'U lave yer, now, befoure 
the min coume, er they moight thry ter flirt weth me, 
weth me. 

O'Hooley: An' thet wouldn't do fer O'Hooley's woife. 

Bridget: (Kissing O'Hooley, and starting to go) Goud bye, 
Pat. Coume houme ternoight, ternoight. Exit. 

O'Hooley: (Calling after her) Sure, an' oi well. Goud bye, 
Bragit. 

Enter workmen, wiuh dinner pails and baskets. 
Enter Dupey. 

Dupey: Good morning, gentlemen. (Advances to front, 
musing) This unequal social system, not only places a 
bar on the public life of the working man, but on his 
private life as well. What a fool I am to love above my 
station. It is true, I am loved in return, but Nellie will 
never marry against her father's will, and I can never 
hope to get his consent. (Enter Tom Sweep) "Worth 
makes the man. The want of it the fellow," how true 
that IS, in this day of "get money, get it honestly, if you 
can— but ^et money!" 



Sweep 
Dupey 
Sweep 
Dupey 
Sweep 



(Coming forward) Why so pensive, boy? 

Am I pensive, Mr. Sweep? 

You seem to be. One would think you were in love. 

J am in love. 

"An honest confession is good for the soul." Tell 

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me the lady's name, if you don'i miod. 
Dnpey: I did not say I loved a lady. Maybe I am in love 
v(7ith myself. 



Sweep 



Come, boy, what is her name 



Dupey: Nellie Poldean. 

Sweep: (Aside), Ah I begin to see! (Aloud), Andrew 
Poldean's daughter? 

Dupey: Yes. 

Sweep: How goes your suit ? 

Dupey: I hardly know, I have the lover's hopes and the 
lover's fears. The lady loves me, but I am afraid I can 
never get her father's consent to our marriasre. 

Sweep: His consent can be gotten if the lady is worthy of 
you. Does she resemble her father or mother? 

Dupey: Neither of them, either in appearance or disposi- 
tion. I often wonder if she can be their child? 

Sweep: Their child? (Aside), Does he sruess the truth? 

Dupey: Of course she is their child, but she is so different 
from either of them. 

Sweep: Well, I can help you in this love affair; but in the 
mean time I want to tell you somethino-, that your being 
in love will help to explain. Poldean has a nephew, has 
be not? 

Dupey: Yes, Harvey Blake. 

Sweep: Just so. This fellow Blake hates you, and is do- 
ing all he can to m.ake you leave here. He has given 
orders to Thomas, the watchman, to watch you closely 
and report everything. you do. Thomas will not do so, 
but it will be well for you to be on your guard. I can't 
tell how I know this, but it is true. (Whistle blows). 
There is the whistle. I will talk to you again sometime. 

Dupey: I'll ever remember your kindness, Mr. Sweep. 

Enter time clerk with a stool and a book. Places 

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the stool down, stands on it, opens the book and calls 
roll. The workmen leave after answering? o their 
names. The clerk closes the book and leaves, carrying 
the stool. 
Scene 2. Interior of workshop. Disclose workmen at 
work. Whistle blows and the workmen rush for their 
dinner pails and baskets. 

First Workman: Who is going to hear Debs tonight? 
Second Workman: I heard they were going to post a no- 
tice forbidding any of us hearing him. 
First Workman: Who'll do that? 
Second Workman: Why; the company. 
First Workman: What right have they to do that? 
Third Workman: The right of might. 

Enter Dupey and Sweep. 

Sweep: Yes, Dupey; that is the only explanation of it: 
Blake loves Miss Poldean, or her money, and as she 
loves you, he wants you out of the way. 

Dupey. That's very plain. Blake loves her money, you 
say? Do you know, I am afraid they will say I am lov- 
ing her for her money? I wish she was the daughter of 
a working man, then I would not hesitate a moment to 
ask her to be my wife. 

Sweep: Ask her any way, boy. If she loves you she will 
not think you are after her money. And what do you 
care what anyone else thinks? 

Dupey: You are right, old friend. But she will never 
marry without her father's consent; and I can never 
get that. 

Sweep: Yes you can. I told you that I can help you and I 
will. 

Dapey: You are, indeed, very kind, and I appreciate it. 



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Sweep: That's all ri^ht, boy. I was youn^, once, my- 
self, and I loved a lassie like your Nellie, (Aside), Yes 
so like that in seeing one you'd know the other! 
(Aloud,) I'll tell you of that love some day. 

Dupey: I shall be ^lad to hear it. Why not now? 

Sweep: No; not now. You have something to say to the 
men, you said as we came here. 

Dupey: True. I had forgotten it. (Turning to the work- 
men.) Men, as you know, there will be an address de- 
livered at the opera house tonight. There is no better 
friend to the workingman, in the United States, today, 
than the one who will deliver it. Eugene V. Debs is one 
of the greatest labor leader of the times; and such is the 
fear of this company of him that they have already 
posted notices forbidding any of their employees hear- 
ing him under penalty of being discharged. That is 
depriving us of our rights, men. That is making us no 
better than slaves. Shall we submit to it? Or shall we 
go in a body, with a banner at our heads: "We are the 
Middleton Iron Works employees?" Who will go with 
me? Who? 

Sweep: I willl 

Workmen: And I! And I! And I! Curtain. 



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ACT II. 

Scene 1. Interior of The Middieton Iron Works. Disclose 
Dupey at work at workbench. 

Dupey: (Musing) Well, I've done it at last. Last night I 
told Nellie that I loved her; and she consented to be my 
wife. I kwew she loved me, but when she placed her lit- 
tle hands in mine, and said: ''William, I do love you," I 
felt the earth possessed no happier man than I. But 
now I have to ask her father for his consent; and I 
dread the interview. I wonder what he will say. My 
old friend, Sweep, says he can help me. I wonder howl 
Can it be that he has any influence with Mr. Poldean? 
But time discloses all things; so I will wait and see. And 
in the mean time I'll think of the one I love. 
(Sings. Enter Nellie.) 
"She's the only girl I love, 
She's the only girl I prize, 
She's the—" 

Nellie; (Tapping him on the shoulder) You must be happy, 
William. 

Dupey: (Turning suddenly) Happy? Why, dearest, I'm the 
happiest man alive But, what are you doing here? 

Nellie: Superintendent Standhope is showing us through 
the works again — that is, father, mother, cousin Harvey 
and I. (With a puzzled look) Cousin Harvey is acting 
strangely of late. I don't understand him. 

Dupey: How is that? 

Nellie: In several ways. And today he tried to prevent 
me from coming here. 

Dupey: But you came any way, I see. 

Nellie: Yes; he can't keep me from doing anything I want 
to do. Now come, you dear boy, and show me around 
the works. 



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Will you come' 



Dupuy— 



Dupey! Whcii! Will it not look strange for a common ma- 
chinist to be walking around with the president's daugh- 
ter y 

Dupey: To some it may. 

Nellie: Well, I don't care, if you don't. 

Enter Blake. 

Dupey: Certainly I'll come if you wish. 

Blake: Nellie! 

Nellie: Oh, Cousin Harvey! Cousin, this is Mr. 
Mr. Blake. 

Dupey: I'm pleased to meet you, sir. (Extends his hand.) 

Blake: You'll soil my glove. Nellie, your father wishes me 
to take you to him, at once. 

Dupey: (Aside). Sweep is right, he hates me. He did 
not even acknowledge the introduction. 

Nellie: Tell him I will join him before long. 

Blake: He wants you now. 

Nellie: (Decidedly) Tell him what I said. 

Blake: (Angrily), Then you won't come. 

Nellie: No. Come, Mr. Dupey; Cousin Harvey is rude. 

Exit with Dupey. 

Blake: That settles it. If my heart had had any tendency 
to be soft it would be hardened now. WMUiam Dupey, 
you stand between me and a fortune; so you must be re- 
moved. (Shakes his fist after Dupey.) It is a bold 
game I am playing, thus the more necessity for my 
winning. I have already started the ball to rolling, and 
lam a fool, if, in its mad rush, it does not crash William 
Dupey. (Enter Standhope.) Ah, Standhope! The very 
man I wished to see. Did the directors meet last night? 

Standhope: Yes. 

Blake: Did you do what I advised you to? 

Standhope What? About reducing the men's wages ten per 

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cent? 

Blake: Yes. 

Standhope: Of course I did; and they agreed to do so. The 
notices will be posted today. 

Blake: Will the men accept the reduction, do you think? 

Standhope: Not with that fellow, Dupey, to advise them. 
You know what he did, a few nights ago, regarding the 
Debs speaking? 

Blake: Then we ought to be able to run him off soon. Do 
you know why I am so anxious to do so? 

Standhope: Because he is a dangerous man to be in the 
employ of the company, I suppose. 

Blake: I haven't a cent of interest in the company. 

Standhope: But your uncle has. 

Blake: Do you think I am ninny enough to look after my 
uncle's business? 

Standhope: Then what is your object? 

Blake: I don't mmd telling you, row that you have gone 
too far to draw back. I am financially embarrassed; 
and there is but one way for relief— that is, through 
my uncle's money. There is but one way to possess 
that money — that is, through my uncle's daughter. If 
she marries me my fortune is made, if she marries an- 
other my fortune is lost. Nellie Poldean loves William 
Dupey, and will marry him, unless I get him out of the 
way. Hence my desire to have him leave the town. 

Standhope: Oh. you villian! 

Blake: Ha, ha, ha! You call me villian! Why, Standhope; 
you forget a little episode in your younger days, when 
Maude Andrews worried you once too often, and you 
silenced her beneath the waters of the 

Standhope: Hush, man! Not so loud. 

Blake: Oh, these walls have no ears, but I can make them 



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have tongups if you play me false. 

Stand hopp: Keep my secret, Blake, and I will help you in 
all you wish to do. I have repented of that rash deed 
and had thought the secret buried until you came upon 
the scene again. I never thought, though, that yoa 
would use it to further your own ends. 

Blake: Nor will I It will be to your advantage to assist 
me in this matter. The directors will think you are 
energetic, and reward you accordingly. Your secret is 
safe enough with me; (Aside,) as long as I can use him, 
(Aloud) never fear of that. Here comes my uncle. 
Enter Andrew Poldean 

Poldean: Come, Standhope, and explain that new machin- 
ery to me. 

Standhope: Certainly, sir. (Aside to Blake) Be sure 
that you do not give tongues to these walls, or they 
might tell two secrets. 

Blake: (Aside) What dees he mean? 

Poldean: Will you come with us, Harvey.'* 

Blake: I believe not, uncle. I hate machinery. 

Poldean: Very well; you'll find amusement, I suppose. 

Exit with Standhope. 
Enter Sweep. 

Blak'^: Amusement? Was there ever a time when I was 

not amused? 
Sweep: There'll come a time, my fine gentleman. 
Blake: What is that you say fellow? 
Sweep: My stars! He calls me fellow. Poor deluded 

wretch, he'd be lost in a dice cup! 
Blake: You are rather free of speech, old man. 
Sweep: Freedom is my birthright. 
Blake: Then you should lose your birthright in the pres- 

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encp of your superior. 
Sweep: I have lived a long life, youog man, but have 

never seen my superior. 

Eater O'Hooley. 
Blake: Do yoa not recognize a gentleman as your superior? 
Sweep: Where will I find one? 
Blake: I am one. 
O'Hooley: Faith, ter here hem talk, yer would thoink ho 

was two instid ov one. 
Sweep: Then you are a gentleman! Ha, Ha, Ha! 
Blake: You impudent rascal, I'll :each you to laugh. 

(Raises his cane to strike Sweep.) 
O'Hooley: Begory, not w^hoile Patrick O'Hooley is here. 

(Catches the cane.) 
Blake: How dare you catch my stick? 

O'Hooley: How dare yer attimpt ter stroike an ould man? 
Blake: I oue^ht to strike you for your interference. 
O'Hooley: Thet's moure loike et, man. Suppose yer thry et. 
Blake: I wouldn't soil my hands with you. 
O'Hooley: Or yer stick aither, Oi guiss? 
Sweep: Leave him alone, O'Hooley. 
Blake: If he knows what is sfood for him he will do so. 
O'Hooley: Sure; an' he'll niver boite, Mr. Swaap. What 

is thet about the dog thet barks sildom boites? 
Sweep: Ha, ha, ha! But don't trust them too far. 
O'Hooley: Oi'm niver a bet afr'id. Oi'm niver afr'id ov iny- 

theng, excipt me woife. 
Blake: (Angry look changing to a sneer) Most honored 

gentlemen, I beg your pardons. (Aside) I'll have 

them discharged. Exit. 

Sweep: Now he'll have us fired. 
O'Hooley: Ef he does, Oi'll smash hes face the first toime 

01 maat hem on the straat. Exit. 



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Sweep: Truly, another of Andrew Poldean's kind. I saw 
him just now, curse him! Why have I kept his secret 
all these years, when I hate him so? Because I love my 
daughter — a love that makes me remain unknown to 
her, and lets her remain under the roof of that vile re- 
probate, who married my sister, and left her to die of a 
broken heart, while he married another. He would 
never have married my sister had I been at home. I, 
who knew the secret of how his father died, would have 
prevented it. But I was not there, so the base hypo- 
crite married a woman, who, though poor, was a thous- 
and times too good for him. And yet I keep his secret! 
But I'll use it some day, for 1 hate him! Yes; I hate 
him! Exit. 

Enter Simon Smart. 

Smart: For height years Hi 'ave been hin the service hof 
Mr. Handrew Poldean,hand 'ave never been binside hof 
these shops before. 

Euter O'Hooley. 

O'Hooley: (Aside) Ef thet bea't the divil thin et must be 
clouse kin to hem. (Aloud) The top ov the mournin' 
ter yer. 

Smart: Hah, fellah! Can you tell me 'ow to find Mr. Han- 
drew Poldean? 

O'Hooley: Sure, an' Oi kin. 

Smart: 'Ow. 

O'Hooley: Look for hem. 

Smart: Come fellah; Hi wish to find Mr. Handrew Poldean, 
president hof the Middleton Hiron Works. 

O'Hooley: Well, yer hev twomoure weshes.In fairy stories 
yer always hev thraa weshes, yer know, 

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Smart: You hare ha fool. 

O'Hooley: Yis; Oi made mesilf one by spaakin' to a natu- 
ral bourn one loikeyer. 
Enter Boys, with dinner baskets, followed by Workmen. 
Workmen: (Sin«:ing) 

"Chicken for lunch today, 
Chicken for lunch today, 
Chicken for lunch, chicken for lunch, 

Chicken for lunch today." (Repeat.) 

Boys place baskets on workbench, and retire. 

Smart: You fellahs; can you tell me w'ere to find Mr. 

Handrew Poldean, president hof the Middleton Hiron 

Works? 
Workmen: Yes — 
Smart: W'ere? 

Workmen: If we knew. Ha, Ha, Ha! 
Smart: You hare hail fools. 
Workmen: Pools are we? Then ^et out of here. (Seize 

Smart and hustle him off.) Get out of here. 

Exit with Smart. 
O'Hooley: Sure, ef they'd take hem in the blacksmeth 

shop, a)^' duck hem in the slack tub, they'd traat hem 

roi^ht, (Enter Thomas.) Goud mournin' Mr. Thomas. 
Thomas: Good mornins:, Pat. Any news? 
O'Hooley: Faith, an' there is. 
Thojia.: Wtiat? 
O'Hooley: Some ov the boys hev caught the divil, drissed 

in hes Sunday clothes, an' hev takin hem out ter pull 

hes hourns off. 
Thomas: The devil yon say ! I bet he was after you, Pat. 

He'll get you, yet, some day. Exit, laughing. 

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0"Hooley: (RunniDg after Thomas) Yer spalpeen; cr[i out 
ov here. Exit. 

E'iter Blake and Mrs. Poldean. 

Blake: This is the most secluded spot around the works, 
and I have brousrht 3^ou here to tell you some'^hing: very 
serious. 

Mrs. P. : I hope it is nothino^ to shock me; for it will not 
be proper for one of the "aristocracy" to be greatly 
excited. 

Blake: It depends upon the condition of your nerves, dear 
aunt, whether you will be shocked or not. Do you re- 
member that young man, who went home with Nellie, 
from the Thorns, the other night; and who has called 
on her three times since then? 

Mrs. P.: The one I have such an aversion to, because he 
has such rough hands? 

Blake: I presume he is the same, His name is Dupey. 

Mrs. P.: Yes, yes; the same. What about him? 

Blake: He is aspiring to marry the daughter in one of the 
most wealthy and aristocratic families in the town. 

Mrs. P.: Indeed! And the family? 

Blake: Is the Poldeans. 

Mrs P.: What? Marry Nellie? 

Blake: Yes. 

Mrs. P.; But they scarcely know each other. 

Blake: Don't be too sure of that, my dear aunt. For once 
the affectionate daughter has hoodwinked her parent^;. 
For months they have known each other; meeting at 
festivals and friend's houses, until, becoming more bold, 
he dared to show himself at your house. I know they 
contemplate marriage, but it hardly seems in accordance 
with the standing of an aristocratic family like yours 



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for the daughter to marry a common machinist. 

Mrs. P : It shall noi be. But are you sure of what you 
say? 

Blake: Just as sure as I am that I am living. 

Mrs. P. : He is a machinist you say? 

Blake: Yes; and employed in these works. 

Mrs. P : Oh, the scandal it will cause, unless I stop it. 
Come Harvey, and go with me. I must find Andrew. 
A thing like this must never happen to one of the ' aris- 
tocracy." 

Blake: (Aside) Another card played, and another point 
won! Exit with Mrs. Poldean. 

Enter D'upey and Nellie. 

Nellie: Oh, William; you must ask father. I cannot marry 
without his consent. I will plead with him, and tell 
him I will never marry any but you. Ask him today. 
Will you? 

Dupey: Yes; if I can get him to listen to me. 

Nellie: He will listen to you, I know. Here he comes, now. 
We will remain and ask him. 

Dupey: All right, sweetheart, if you wish. (Aside) I 
dread this interview. 

Enter Andrew Poldean. 

Nellie: I saw you coming, father; and waited for you. 

Cousin Harvey told me you said you wanted to see me. 
Poldean: Then Harvey must have been joking; for I have 

not said a word to him about you. Who is your friend? 
Nellie: Mr. Dupey — My father. 
Poldean: I am glad to meet any of Nellie's friends. 

(Extends his hand.) 
Dupey: Thank you; (Looks at his hand) but my hand is — 

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Poldean: Never mind the dirt, man. My band has been 
soiled before. (They shatce bands.) 

Dapey: (Aside) This is a surprise, 

Nellie: Father, WiUianQ — that is, Mr. Dupey wants to tell 
you— waats to ask you somethins:. 

Poldean: Very well, I am ready to listen, What is it, sir? 

Dupey: Mr. Poldean, for a lon^r time I have known your 
dauf^hter; and for a \on^ time I have loved her. (Slight 
pause.) 

Poldean: Youn^^ people will get in love. 

Dupey: Yes, but I am a poor man, with nothing but my 
health and my trade. 

Poldean: There's mivay a man who envies you those. 

Dupey: 1 know that. But having nothing else, it may ap- 
pear to some, that, instead of loving your daughter for 
herself, I am loving her for your money. I would rath- 
er she 

Poldean: (Interrupting) Take my advice, young man, 
and never care a penny for false appearances. 

Dupey: That is good advice, and encourages me. I want 
your consent to our marriage. (Takes Nellie by the 
hand.) 

Poldean: (To Nellie) What have you to say ? 

Nellie: This, "Ilovehim." 

Poldean: That is sufficient. Mr. Dupey, unlike many fa- 
ther's would have done, I have not tried to find a man 
of wealth to marry Nellie. I would prefer her remain- 
ing single; but our mothers and wives married, and our 
daughters will follow their example. The quality I re- 
quire in a man is honor; and I have heard enough of 
you, though 1 have not had the pleasure of meeting you 
before, to know you possess that. I heartily give my 
consent to your marriage, and hope you will both be 

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happy. 
Nellie: (ThrowiDg her arms around Poldean's neck) Dear, 

good father! 
Dupey: Her happiness will ever be my aim in life. 
Poldean: I believe you, sir. (Putting Nellie from him) 

There, there; I must go now. What arrangements you 

two make will meet with my approval. Exit. 

Nellie: He is not the ogre you thought him, is he? 
Dupey: I am greatly surprised, and very happy. Butcome, 

I'll show you the dinamos, as I promised you. 

Exit with Nellie. 

Enter Standhope with a notice in his hand. 

Standhope: Hlake was right; I have gone too far in 
this thing to stop now. What a fool I was not to see 
his aim, a>.d not to recognize him before. When he 
threw my past in my face, he also revealed his secret — 
Harvey Blake, nephew of Andrew Poldean, indeed! 
(Enter Sweep, unseen by Standhope.) How he has de- 
ceived the old gentleman, I don't know; but this I do 
know: Harvey Blake is not a nephew of Andrew Pol- 
dean. I knew^ him years ago as Ralph Turner; but 
Turner or Blake, if he dares to use my secre!: against 
me, I'll — But I have other business. I have here a no- 
tice, notifying the employees that from this date their 
wages are reduced ten per cent Oh; what a villian 
Blake is! (Exit Sweep.) I will tack it on the wall. 
(Pats up notice.) Exit. 

Enter workmen with Simon Smart on a rail. 
General uproar. 
Saiart: Let me hoff hcf 'ere. 

Enter O'Hooley. 

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O'Hooley: Goive et ter hem boys — ^oive et ter hem. 
Smart: (Kicking) Let me hoff hof 'ere, Hi say. 
O'Hooley: Duck the empudint divii \u a slack tub. 
Workmen: That's the very thing. We'll do it, come on. 

iiinter Sweep. 

SvT^eep: What are you doing, boys? 

Workmen: Teaching this fellow a lesson. 

Smart: Save me Mistah, save me! 

Sweep: Let him go, boys. We have a more important 

lesson to teach, here. 
Workmen: (Letting rail with Smart fall) What is it? 

Exit Smart,, running. 
Sweep: Read that notice and see. (Points to notice.) 

Enter other workmen; all gather around notice; 
and Sweep reads. 

Sweep: (Reading) "On and after this date the wages of 
all employees of the Middleton Iron Works are reduced 
ten per cent. Richard Standhope, superintendent. 
Approved, Andrew Poldean, president." 

First Workman: What are we going to do about it? 

Second Workman: Where is Dupey? See what he has to 
say about it. 

First Workman: No use asking Dupey. I saw him with 
Poldean's daughter. He is bought over, you may de- 
pend on it. 

Sweep: That's a lie! William Dupey is as true as gold. 
Here he comes; see what he says. 

Dupey: What is the matter, men? 

Workmen: Read that notice. (He reads) Well what will 
you do? 

Dupey: I, for one, will not accept. (Begins to remove his 

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overalls ) 
Sweep: Nor I. 
Workmen: (With one voice) Nor we! 

Sweep removes his apron. Workmen remove 
their overalls. Enter soldiers and line up on 
each side. Enter O'Hooley, who stops to read 
the notice. 
O'Hooley: (Turning from the notice) What shill Oi do? 
Ef Oi quit an' the Dimocrets git elicted, Oi will be all 
roight;fer they'll make me a porlicemao, butef they do 
not, thinBragit an' thechilder moight suffer. Oi wander 
what Bragit would till me ter do. 

Enter Bridget. 

Bridget: (Pointing at O'Hooley) Take off thim overalls. 

Oi'll niver spaak to yer ag'in, ag'in ef yer stroike a lick 

ov wurruk, while the ither min are on a stroike. 

Workmen wave overalls and cheer. Sweep 

waves apron. O'Hooley removes overalls. 

Soldiers present arms. Curtain. 

ACT III. 

Scene 1. A room in Poldean's residence. Disclose Pol- 
dean seated in an easy chair. 

Poldean: Oh, that I could live life over again! The past, 
which I have tried so hard to forget, rises before me 
like a horrid dream; and I shudder at the vile things I 
behold. I have won wealth and honor, but I would 
give them all if I could, only, undo the past. (Covers his 
face with his hands ) 

Enter Mrs. Poldean. 

Mrs. P.: Oh, Andrew; such a disgrace threatens us. 

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Poldean: (Raising his head) What is it my, dear? 

Mrs. P.: Harvey tells me that he is certain our daughter, 
Nellie, intends to marry that fellow Dupey. 

Poldean: I don't see any disgrace in that. 

Mrs. P : You don't — don't see any disgrace in the daughter 
of one of the "aristocracy," like me. marrying a common 
machiuist? That's all he is. 

Poldean: My dear, calm yourself. Let us talk the matter 
over quietly. I met this young man a week ago, infact 
on the very day I was called so suddenly to New York, 
and — 

Mrs. P.: (Interrupting him) Yes; and had me running 
everywhere, looking for you, to tell you whatyou, now, 
say is no disgrace. 

Poldean: Did you look for me? I did not know it. That 
^ was the day the strike began. Well, as I was saying, I 
met this young man on that day, and found him neither 
low or common, but a perfect gentleman. 

Mrs. P. : Do you know he was the one who lead the strikers? 

Poldean: Yes; I know, and T don't blame him. 

Mrs. P.: Don't blame him for antagonizing you— you who 
authorized the reduction of wages? 

Poldean: I am but a servant of the company, as he was— 
a little higher in authority, perhaps, — but a servant, 
nevertheless. The directors said, "Reduce wages," 
and I, as their servant, signed the notice. There my 
work ended. 

Mrs. P.: If you h id used your influence you could have in- 
duced them not to reduce the wages. 

Poldean: Yes; but matters had been misrepresented. I see 
my mistake, now, though. 

Mrs. P.: We are leaving the subject. To hear you calk, 
one would think you are in favor of this marriage. 

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Poldean: I am. 

Mrs. P.: You are? 

Poldean: Yes. Why not? I find blm a worthy youn.fij 

maL; and she loves hira. 
Mrs. P.: Worthy— fiddlesticks! Love— bosh! Andrew 

Poldean, I did think you had some family pride. 
Poldean: And now. 
Mrs. P.: I find yoa have none. I suppose, when this man 

asks you, if he has the affrontery to do so, for your con- 
sent to the marriao'e, you will give it. 
Poldean: He has already asked for, and I have already 

given, my consent. 
Mrs. P.: But you will take it bT,ck. You will never let 

him marry our daughter. 
Poldean: I beg your pardon, Mrs. Poldean! I never take 

back ray word He and Nellie shall marry, if they wish. 
Mrs. P.: You villian! You base wretch, to bring shame 

like this on one of the "aristocracy!" I'll leave you! I 

never care to see you again, never! 
Poldean: INIary! 
Mr:-;. P.: Don't speak to me. 
Poldean: Mar; ! 

Mrs. P.: I say, don't speak to me. 
Poldean: Mary, listen to me. 
Mrs. P.: I won't. (Rings bell.) I don't want to hear a word 

you iiave to say. 
Poldean: But, Mary, you must listen. 
Mrs. P.: I won't! I won't! I won't! (Enter Simon Smart.) 

Simon, tell Jane to pack my trunks. I leave today for 

New York. I will be up directly. 
Smart. Yes, madam. Exit. 

Poldean: Now, Mary, hear what I have to say. (Exit Mrs. 

Poldean, without speaking.) Weil, this is bad. When 

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I try to do what is rio'lit my wife opposes me. I must 
find her and try to appease her an^er. Exit. 

Enter Nellie. 

Nellie: What does it mean? I m^t mother, <i moment ago, 
and she seemed very angry. She shook her fist at me, 
and said: "You wickei girl, you have broken up this 
family." Then I met father who put his arms around 
nae, and kissed me on the cheek and said: ''My dear 
little Nellie!" I don't uridersta-id it. I WiU go and ask 
them what it— (Starrs and looks through thedoor) But 
here eoraes cousin Ha vey and superintendent Stand- 
hope. I don't want them to see me — I t»m afraid of 
cousin Harvey of late. I will hide until they leave. 
(Secrets herself behind a curtain.) 

Enter Blake and Standhope. 

Blake: We are alone, Standhope, and I wish to play the 
last card in this little game of ours. Have a, seat there 
by that table, I'll sit here, and then we can talk. I 
suppose you are ^till willing to help me. 

Standhope: I have no alternative. 

BJake: Very well! The strike has been on for a week, and 
William Dapey is still in town. Now, what is our next 
move? 

Standhope: I can not say. 

Blake: I can, however. But before we procede, let me ask 
you something: "Wnat would you do if I should reveal 
your secret?" 

Standhope: Retaliate by revealing yours. 

Blake: (Starting) My secret? I have no secret. 

Standhope: Indeed? Then you would not object to it be- 
ing known that your name is not Harvey Blake, but 
Turner. 



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Blake; (Hisiaor, arid advancing toward Standhope) Stop, 
man, or ITl murder you! If you ever dare to repeat 
that to another I'll hand you to the hangsman. 
Stardlope: (RisiDg) Hn, ha, ha! Po you have a secret 
which you do not wish repeated! Well enough! You 
keep my secret, and I'll keep yours Is it a bargain? 

Blake: (Reseatmg himsell') Yes. Bat doa'tlet us quarrel, 
we can't afford it. We have business to transact. Let us 
get to i;. (Staudhope reseats himself.) You have no 
plan to suggest? 

Standhope: No But you have, I presume. 

Blake: I have. Aud it is a sure winner, but a very bold, 

play. 

Standhope: 'v\ hat is it? 

Blake: If we could gel Dupey to dynamite one of the build- 
ings, we could rid the towQ of him, and take the sym- 
pathy of the public from the strikers. 

Standhope: A great deal to gain, if we can make him do 
it; but we can't. 

Blake: I am aware of that; but some-oneelse might, you 
know — a little dynamite found in Dupey's room, a few 
witnesses employed by us, and he will be convicted of 
the orime. What do you think of it? 

Standhope: A well hatched piece of villiany. 

Blake: Ha, ha, ha! We are all of us villians, more or less. 
Who would you suggest to do the dyoamitlug? 

Standhope: ^-'e might induce Thomas, the watchman, or 
one of the deputies, to do it. 

Blake: I thought of Thomas. Where do you think we 
can find him? 

Standhope: On the outside. He came here with me, and is 
waiting for me. 

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Blake: Then, call him in, Slandhope. (Slandhope rises.) 
But wait a moment. You are with me in this thiu^, are 
you not? 

Standhope: As I said before, there is no alternative. 

Exit. 

Blake: And so the ball roll? on. Our fine fellow, Dupey, 
will soon be crushed by it, if I am not mistaken. 

Nellie: (Behind the curtain. Aside) He who is fore- 
warned is forearmed, and I shall warn him today. 

Enter Standhope and Thomas. 

Blake: Well, Thomas, are you ready to earn that hundred 
dollars I promised to let you earn? 

Thomas: How can I earn it? 

Blake: Not so fast, man — not so fast. Let u> come to the 
point, gradually; we'll understand each other better. 
You can be depended on to keep a secret, I suppose. 

Thomas: Yes, sir; when it is necessary. 

Blake: It is very necessary, for the fulfillment of our ob- 
ject, thai you keep, what lam goino^ to tell you, secret; 
and besides, you can earn five hundred, instead of one 
hundred dollars, by doing what I tell you. Are you 
willing to earn that amount? 

Thomas: It, depends, on what I am to do to earn it. 

Blake: Must I tell him, Standhope? 

Standhope: I suppose you must, if you want him to help 
you 

Blake: You explain it to him. 

Standhope: No; it's your job. You do the talking. 

Blake: (Aside) Ah, he smells the rat. (Aloud) Very 

well. Thomas, we want you to destroy one of the shop 

buildings. 

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Thomas: Bow? 

Blake: With dyaamite. 

Thorn a.^ : Whal/s that for? 

Blake: That is not for you to know. Will you do it? 

Thomas: Nu, sir. 

Blake: (Springing to his feet) You refuse? 

Thomas: I ao. 

Blake: Come, come; if I offer you a thousand dollars? 

Thomas: I would still refuse. 

Blake: What shall we do, Siandhope? 

Standhope: Get some one else to do it, I reckon. 

Blake: But, if this man talks.? 

Standhope: Silence him. beforehand. 

Blake: How.? 

Standhope: • 'Gold seals tlie mouth of the babbler," and 

''Dead men tell no tales." Either would suit this case. 
Biake: (Siirnificant]y) This man wouldn't; want to die, 

I'm sure; thou2:h it would be easy to dispose of him. 
Standhope: That's ]ust it. Give him his choice between 

tellino: v/hat you have said and dying, or keeping silent 

and receiving a hundred dollors, and I think he will 

take the latter. 
Blake: I will give him his choice. (Drawing a revolver) 

What do you say, man, shall it be death, or a hundred 

dollars? 
T'lumas: What am I to do? 
Blake: Just keep quiet, and never say a woril about what 

I have .asked you to do. Renaember, it is death or thac. 
Thomas: I'll take the money. 
Standhope: Sensible man! 
Blake: (Giving Thomas money) Very well; here it is. 

Now, see that you keep faith with with us— or else— 
S-andhopf : I think I hear s" me one coming, Blake. I had 

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better ffo. 

Blake: I'll go with you; for we have to find some one to do 
this job. 

Standhope: Thomas, I wish to speak to Mr. Blake, alone. 

Thomas: All right sir. Exit. 

(As he passes the curtain, Nellie, unseen by 
Blake or Standhope. hands him a slip of pappr ) 

Standhope: Just a few words, Blake. Let us do the work 
ourseives. and not risk another knowino^ it. 

Blake: But, can we accomplish it? 

Standhope: Yes, I have a plan. Come, and I will explain 
it. Exit with Blake. 

Nellie: (Comino^ from behind the curtain) Not risk an- 
other knowing their villiany! But there is one who 
knows it, already, who cannot be bribed. They are 
plotting: against William— my William, but they will see 
what a woman can do. I have done good work — not 
only have I hexrd their vile schemes, but I have 
gotten a note into the hands of the man, they call 
Thomas, which will bring him to see me, I have no 
doubt. 

Enter Poldean 

Poldean: Nellie! 

Nellie: Father! 

Poldean: My dear little girl! 

Nellie: What is the matter, father? 

Poldean: Your mother has left us. 

Nellie: Left us? What do you mean? 

Poldean: I mean, that she is angry, because I gave my 
consent to your marriage, and has left onr house, vow- 
ing never to return. I thought it best to tell you at 
once. But I must go now; for I have business to attend 

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to, even with this e^reat trial. (Kisses Nellie on the 
cheek and exit. Nellie throws herself into a chair, and 

sobs.) 

Enter Blake 

Blake: Standhope is a brick. His plan is capital. (Sees 

Nellie, and starts) Nellie in tears? Now is mv chance. 

(Advances toward her) Nellie, my darling; you— 
Nellie: (Rising, and confronting him) What is that you 

say? (Brushes away her tears.) 
Bldkp: (Trying to take her in his arms) Nellie, you know 

I love you, and — 
Nellie: Stop, sir! (Points to the door) Go! 
Rlake: But, Nellie, my — 
Nellie: (Still pointing) Go, I say! Go! 
Blake: (Moving toward the door, shaking his fist at her) 

You will be sorry for this! Exit. 

Nellie: Not half as sorry as you, Harvey Blake, — or 

Turner. But I must remove these tear stains before 

William comes. Exit. 

Enter Thomas followed by Smart 

Smart: You 'ave no business 'ere. 

Thomas: That's not for you to say, my man. Please tell 
Miss Poldean that John Thomas is here. 

Smart: Does she hexpect you? 

Thomas: She does. 

Smart: Hah! Exit. 

Thomas: As I was* leaving here, an hour ago, a hand ex- 
tended from behind that curtain, gave me this note. 
(Reads) "Mr. Thomas:— It is very important that I have 
a conversation with you. Please come here, as soon as 
you can, after these men leave. They are trying to 

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wrong a brave man. — Nellie Poidean." Now that is the 
lady Mr. Dupey loves. I guess she hoard what they 
said to me. I hope s!ie did. Here she comes now. 

Enter Nellie. (Thomas bows, low, to her.) 

Nellie: Mr. Thomas, I will not detain you but a moment J 
overheard the conversation between you and those two 
meu; and I can tell you what the^^ did not, that is, that 
they are plottins- against one of the noblest men living. 
I intend to Trustrate them, and want you to help mo. 
Will you? 

Thomas : Yes; Miss, in any way I can. 

Nellie: Thank you. All I want you to do is to swear to 
what they have said to you Their threat of killing ycu 
can not be carried out, as you will be well protected 
wnen 1 ask you to swear. And my faiher will see that 
you do not lose your position. 

Thomas: All right. Miss. Their threat of killing, did not 
fjighten me, I will do anything to help you. 

Nellie: (Handing him a purse) Here is a little money — 

Thiitnas: (Putting his hinds behind him) No. MiSS, nol 
Wljat J do for you I will do without pay. 

Nellie: (Laying the purse on the Table) Then let me thank 
you, again, for your kindness. I sh-ill call on you for 
assistance, when I need you. 

Thomas: You will find me ready. Good eveninir, Miss. 

Exit. 

Nelhe: He nas an honest face. I think I can trust him. 
William will be here soon and I will-warn him at once. 
I think I hear him now. (Enier Dupey. Nellie runs to 
meet him ) Oh, William; I am so sriad you have come. 
I have something important to tell you 

Dupey: (Kissing her) And I have something to tell you. 

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Nellie: What is it? Do tell me. 

Dupey: I love you. 

Nellie: You dear boy; I knew that already. I thought you 
had somethiog-else to tell me. 

Dupey: Would anything interest you more than that? 

Nellie: No; and yet, I have something of more interest 
than that to tell you. Come over to this seat by the 
window, and I will tell you. 

Dupey: (Going toward window, with his arm around Nel- 
lie.) All right, sw^eetheart! 

Nellie: Do you remember my telling you about — 

(Explosion. Glare of flames seen through the 

window.) 
Dupey: That is at the works. I must go; somebody may 

be hurt— some of the strikers may be killed. 

Nellie: Wail a moment, I 

Dupey: I haven't time to listen now, dearest. (Kisses her) 

I'll listen some other time. (Going) 
Nellie: (Trying to detain him) You must wait. It is very 

important to 

Dupey: I can't, sweetheart; I really can't! Exit. 

Nellie: (Palling on her knees) Oh, I did not think they 

would act so soon! I aai too late, too late! 

Curtain. 



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ACT IV. 

Scene 1. Interior of Sweep's house. Disclose Dupey and 
Sweep. Dupey lying on a couch, and Sweep seated by 
his side. 

Dupey: You are very kind to me, Mr. Sweep, but it is 
cruel in you not to tell me why I am here; and what has 
happened while I have been lyino^ here. 

Sweep: The doctor said that you must not be excited in 
any way. 

Dupey: But I must have been sick, the»"i. I am well now. 
I am strong enough to go out, if you would let me. 
Come, old friend, tell me what I want to known. 

Sweep: Will you promise not to get excited; and to lie 
there quietly, while I tell you? 

Dupey: Yes; I promise. 

Sweep: You remember the explosion? 

Dupey: Yes. 

Sweep: Well, that night you overworked, clearing the 
debris to get out the wounded deputies. Just before 
day you fainted, and I had you brought here; then fever 
set in, and you remained delirious for over a week, af- 
ter that you were too week lo either talK or listen, for a 
long time 

Dupey: And Nellie— has she been to see me? 

Sweep: No; there has been a reason why she could not 
come, but I have kept her informed, every day, of your 
condition, by Thomas, the watchman. 

Dupey: Why could she not come to see me? 

Sweep: Because, she had reason to believe that she was 
watched; and in coming here would disclose your where- ' 
abouls. 

Dupey: What difference would that have made, and by 

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whom was she watched? 

Sweep: That is what I will have to explain. When they 
began to make inquiries into the dynamiting of the shop 
building, several men came forward and said they had 
heard you say that the whole works should be blown to 
atoms. Of course your friends knew ii was a lie, for 
the men were Pinkerton detectives who said it; but for 
some time we could not discover the father of the lie. 
Then they searched your room and found a quantity of 
dynamite concealed there. This was another mystery 
for your friends to explain. But the plotters went too 
far; they got one of the deputies to swear that he saw 
you near the shops a few moments before the explosion. 

Dupey: What villiany. 

Sweep: All the evidence was published in the evening pa- 
per, and, that night, Thomas brought me a note from 
your sweetheart. I'll read it to you. (Takes paper 
from his pocket and reads) "Dear Mr. Sweep:— Thomas 
tells me that the doctor thinks your patient is improv- 
ing:. I am so glad! Now, while the doctor is saving 
his life, we must save his honor; and see that those, 
who are plotting against him are punished. This 
evening's paper states that Mr. Dupey was near the 
works a few moments before the explosion. That is 
false; for he was with me at our house when the explo- 
sion occurred. But I do not need this to know that he 
is innocent; in the first place, he is too noble a man to 
be guilt}/ of such a crime; and in the second place, I 
know the guilty parties. So please, keep him safe un- 
til he is well, and then we will act. Very truly, Nellie 
Poldean." This note gave me the cue I wanted. I 
searched out the deputy, who had made the statement 
concerning you, and accused him of lyir.g. He remained 

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firm at first, bat when I showed him this note and 
threatened to have him arrested for perjury, he broke 
down and confessed that Harvey Blake liad paid him to 
tell the lie. I saw it all then, as you can see it now, — 
Harvey Blake is the root of the whole thing. 

Dupey: How the man must hate me! 

Sweep: Yes; bub you are well now, and a well man does 
not like to stay cooped up in a close room, so when you 
go out, instead of your being arrested, we will have 
him arrested. 



Dupey 



But have you proof enough to convict him 



Sweep: I'll get the proof. 

Dupey: How? 

Sweep: By making him confess. 

Dupey: Will he confess? 

Sweep: Yes. I have discovered that his name is not Blake, 
Kut Turner. That being fo, he is not a nephew of An- 
drew Poldean. Not being a nephew of Andrew Poldean, 
he must be afraid that his imposition will be discovered. 
Rather than let the truth be known, I think he will con- 
fess to his part in the dynamiting, and trust to his uncle, 
as he calls him. to get him out of the scrape. 

Dupey: That is all right, if it will work as you plain. But 
if it don't, and my whereabouts is discovered — 

Sweep: You will be arrested, no doubt In that case, prove 
your alibi, and produce witnesses to assert your good 
character. I think you can come through all right. 

Dupey: But, there will always be a doubt; and Andrew 
Poldean will not want Nellie to marry a man with a 
stain upon his name. 

Sweep: That makes no difference— Andrew Poldean will 
have nothing to do with it. 

Dupey: Why? 

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Sweep: Sometime a^o, I told you that I, once, had a love 
affair, and that I would tell you of it some day. The 
day has arrived. But I must uot tell you of that alone; 
I must go back for years to a time when Andr3W Pol- 
dean and I were friends. (Dupev starts.) We were 
thrown much tojjether, aud 1 discovered a secret of his 
— a very great secret. I kept what I had discovered to 
myself; and soon we separated. I went home for a 
short visit, and then went to another state. A year later 
I received a telegram summonsing me home, and I went. 
The body of my only sister had been found in a small 
lake; and with her hat, which had been found on the 
shore, was a note, which stated that she had married 
one, Andrew Poldeau; but being deserted by him she 
did not care to live, and would destroy herself. On the 
strength of the note, the coroner's jury brought a ver- 
dict of self-murder. Many a man would have gone after 
his -ister's destroyer, to kill him; but I had a more sure 
plan of revenge. I searched for him, and found him on 
the day that he married the present Mrs. Poldean. I 
said nothing to him of my sister, I doubt if he knew she 
was my sister, but simply let him know that I knew a 
secret of his, which he thought no one knew but him- 
self, and threatened to reveal it. From that time I had 
him at my mercy. I made his, a life of torture He tried 
to buy my silence with money, but I refused the offer. 
He hired assassins to kill me, but I baffled them. Year 
after year past, and I kept him tremblins:. To add to 
his troubles, each child that his wife bore him would 
die a few hours after birth. This was God's punishment. 
His was indeed a life of misery; though ail the time his 
wealth increased. I was poor, and have always remained 
so. The time came, however, wnen I fell in love with a 

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woman, like your sweetheart; and for a time Poideau 
lived in peace. I married my beautiful Nellie, her name 
was Nellie, too; and she bore me a daughter, but she 
gave her life for it. The doctors said: "It can not live;" 
but it did live, and I'll tell you how. As I sat, alone, 
grieving over my ](-ss, Andrew Poldean entered the 
room, without knocking. He had a large basket on his 
arm, and a peculiar expi'ession on his face. I will not 
tell you our conversation, it was not a pleasant on, but 
in the end, he took a dead infant from the basket, and 
replaced it with a live one — my child. Our agreement 
was this; he was to raise the child as his, not even letting 
his wife know the difference, giving it all the luxury of 
wealth; and I wt s to keep his secret so long as he was 
kind, and acted a father's part to her. There was an- 
other part to the agreement, however, which bears an 
important, part now. He gave me five thousand dollars, 
in cash, with the understanding, that whenever I re- 
funded 10 him a like amount, I could c^aim my daughter, 
and not before. He thought I would spend the money, 
and could never save enough to replace it; so he would 
be free from me forevei . But he was mistaken. I have 
never spent a cent of it. I left the town, then, and 
wandered from place to place. For nearly twenty years 
Andrew Poldean has not heard from me, and he no 
doubt thinks me dead. But he will find out differently 
soon. So you see, boy, it makes no diiference what 
he thinks of you. Nellie, for I told him she must 
be named after her mother, is mine; and she shall be- 
long to you! 
Dupey: Thank you, my kind old friend, this is indeed good 
news for me. But why has he never recognized you 
here? 



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Sweep: The chanofes of twenty years are more than he 

can penetrate. 
Dupey: But your name? 
Sweep: Is Eot Sweep, but Andrews. Your sweetheart's 

name is Nellie Andrews. But I think I hear some one 

on the stair. 
Dupey: It is she. I heard her voice. 
Nellie: (On the outside) Is this the place? 
Thomas: (On the outside) Yes, Miss. 

Enter Nellie. Dupey rises to his feet, ana Nel- 
lie runs into his arms. 

Dupey: My darling! I knew you would come. 

Nellie: I would have been here before, if I had dared. 

Sweep: (Aside) Just like her mother! 

Dupey: Then you do not think me guilty? 

Nellie: Guiltv? Of course not. (liJnter Poldean.) father! 

Dupey: Mr. Poldean! 

Poldean: Young man, when I gave my consent to your 
marriage with my daughter, you had no blemish on 
your name. But now it is different; and I must with- 
draw my consent. 

Nelhe: Oh, father! 

Dupey: Sir; I do not ask "you" for her now. 

Sweep: (Coming forward) No; for she is not his to give. 

Poldean: (Staggering back) Tom Andrews! 

Sweep: Yes; Tom Andrews, come to life, after twenty 
years. This is my loom, and I feel honored at a visit 
from you. Do you remember the last time you came to 
see me? You left with me a certain sum of money. 
(Crosses the room, and takes a box from a table.) I 
placed that money in this box. It is there yet, (Hands 
box to Poldean) Here is your five thousand dollars, 

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THE BLACKSMITH'S DAUGHTER, 



Andrew Poldean. I claim my daughter. (Crosses to 

Nellie.) 
Nellie: What does this mean? 
Sweep: Tell her, Dupey. 
Dupey: My dearest, it means that when you were born 

your mother died; and this, my worthy friend, your 

father, let Mr. Poldean have you to take the place of 

his infant that was dead. There were certain conditions 

by which your father could claim you. He meets those 

conditions, now, and claims his Nellie. 
Nellie: (Pausing a moment, and then throwing herself in 

Sweep's arms) Father I 
Sweep: My daughter! 
Poldean: Andrews, have you no feeling? True she is not 

my daughter, but I could not love her more if she 

were. Why do you hate me so? Why have you made 

my life a curse.^ 
Sweep: I have given you twenty years of peace. 
Poldean: Yes; twenty years in which to learn to love Nellie, 

dearer than my life; and then you take her from me. 
Sweep: Do you deserve better.? 
Poldean: Yes. Ask her— ask her if I have not always 

acted the fathers part; be?n kind to her; humored her 

every whim; and even caused my own wife to leave me, 

because I tried to make her happy. 
Nellie: Yes; he has always been as kind as a father could 

be to me. I have two fathers now. (Takes Sweep's 

hand in one of hers, and Poldean's in the other. Both 

men tremble.) 
Sweep: (Aside) This will not do. My heart is softening, 

and it should be hard as stone. 
Poldean: Oh, Andrews, why do you hate me so? 
Sweep: I will tell you. But come; for what I have to tell 



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THE BLACKSMITH'S DAUGHTER. 



is not for these youthful ears. (Sweep and Poldeaa 
advance to the front, and Nellie and Dapey engage in 
conversation in ^he rear.) 

Sweep: Poldean, do you remember years ago. you won 
the heart of a girl, Maud Andrews? She was my 
sister. 

Poldean: I never heard of her before. 

Sweep: What! Never heard of Maud Andrews, the girl 
you married, and when tired of, you left to die, while 
you married your present wife? What I Never heard 
of her drowning herself in North lake? Ah, no doubt 
you were glad she was out of the way, so you could 
marry again without being a bigamist! 

Poldean: Andrews you have made a great mistake. In my 
time I have been a villian, I admit; but never ruch a 
one as that. You know my crime, and how it has 
blasted my life; but I swear I have not the other to 
answer for. I never knew your sister— I never heard 
of her before. I was never married until I married 
my present wufe. I have been a villian for money, but 
not for love. 

Sweep: Is this true? 

Poldean: As true as heaven! 

Sweep: Do you swear it? 

Poldean: I swear it! 

Sweep: Then Poldean, I have, indeed, made a great mis- 
take. The note my sister left, stated, that she bad 
been forsaken by her husband, Andrew Poldean; but I 
believe your oath, for I have never known you to be a 
liar. I can make but slight reparation: Poldean, you 
did not kill your father. 

Poldean: (Joyfully) Did not kill my father? Say that 
again, man— say that again! 

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THE BLACKSMITH'S DAUGHTER. 



Sweep: When the doctor said your father would recover, 
I watched you, for I knew you needed his money. I 
saw you pour the poison in his glass of water; and I 
removed the ^lass, replacing it with one of pure water. 
Your father died a natural death. 

Poldean: Then, I am not a murderer? 

Sweep: Not in deed. 

Poldean: And you saved me! Ah, Andrews, I forgive 
you for all you have made me suffer. The burden of 
many long years has been lifted from me, and I would 
be happy if I was not losing Nellie. 

Sweep: You shall not lose her. Keep her as your daugh- 
ter. I am old now, the last few days have told greatly 
upon my strength, and I shall soon join my other Nel- 
lie in the other world. We will let our daughter marry 
Dupey, who is innocent of the crime of which he is ac- 
cused; and is a good man, and worthy of her. We will 
pay them daily visits; and she shall call each of us, 
"father." 

Poldean: Andrews! (Extends his hand.) 

Sweep: Poldean! (Grasps the proffered hand.) 

Poldean: We were friends long ago — 

Sweep: And we are friends again today! 

Dupey: (Coming forward) Do you hear those heavy steps 
upon the stair? 

Poldean: Yes. What does it mean? 

Dupey: They are coming to arrest me, I think. 

Sweep: Well, let them come. 

Enter Blake and Standhope. 
Standhope: There he is. 

Blake: Ah, caught at last! William Dupey, we shall hand 
you over to justice. 

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THE BLACKSMITH'S DAUGHTER. 



Dupey: For what? 

Blake: For a crime — 

Nellie: (ComiDg forward) That you committed, (Blake 

aad Standhope stag^rer back.) You acknowledge your 

guilt! 
Blake: We acknowledge nothing. You make accusations, 

prove them, my fair cousin. 
Nellie: That is easily done, by the man you tried to engage 

to do the job. (Calls) Thomas! 

Enter Thomas. 

Thomas: Yes, Miss. 

Blake: (Aside to Thomas) Speak, and we will kill you! 

Thomas: I do not need to speak — I have already spoken. 

Standhope: Then, we are lost. 

Blake: Lost, because people swear lies about us? They 
can never make my uncle believe them. 

Standhope: He is present, now. 

Blake: (Starting) I see him. But he knows his nephew 
would not commit a crime like this. 

Sweep: His nephew, if he had one. Andrew Poldean, this 
man is an impostor. Your nephew died years ago. 
This man's name is Turner — Ralph Turner. 

Blake: Standhope, you have betrayed me. I shall be re- 
venged — 

Standhope: Stop! 

Blake: That man is a murderer — 

Standhope: Stop! 

Blake: Years ago, when I was a boy of twelve years, I 
saw him, who was twenty, drown a woman in North 
lake. He made her believe that he had married her — 

Standhope: Stop, man, if you value your life! 

Blake: And when tired of her he murdered her. Young 

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THE BLACKSMITH'S DAUGHTER. 



as I was, I knew the power I had over him, aDd helped 
him to keep the secret, to use it at my will. I was a 
fair penman, for a boy, and wrote a note at his dicta- 
tion, statinof, that she had drowned herself, because 
her husband — 

Standhope: Blake, are you crazy? Listen to me. 

Blake: Andrew Poldean had forsaken her. He hated Pol- 
dean for some reason, I suppose. We placed the note 
with her hat on the shore, where it was found. 

Dupey: And the woman he killed? 

Sweep: Was Maud Andrews, my sisterl (Starts towards 
Standhope, who retreats with Blake toward the door.) 

Enter O'Hooley, as a policeman 

O'Hooley: Sthop a momint gintlemin. Oi hev a warrint 
fer the arrist ov Harvey Blake, aloias, Turner; an' 
Roichard Stan 'hope. 

Blake and Standhope rash upon O'Hooley, 
knock him down and exit throuo^h the door. 
Blake pauses, and shakes his fist at Dupey. 

Blake: Curse you. Exit. 

O'Hooley: Sthop thim, boys, dead or aloive. 

Several pistol shots heard. Nellie screams, 
and Dupey takes her in his arms. 

Dupey: Don't be frightened, sweetheart. 

O'Hooley: (Arising, and looking through the door) Faith, 

an' they've kilt Stan'hope, an' captured Blake. 
Sweep: Each gets his reward. 
Poldean: And your sister is avenged. 
Sweep: But, I would I had been the avenger. 
Poldean: You and I are too old to be thinking of revenge. 

We should forget it. 



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THE BLACKSMITH'S DAUGHTER. 

Sweep: I can forget it, now; and in my last days live peace 
fully and happily. Pat, I did not know you were a 
policeman. 

O'Hooley: Sure, the Dimercrats were elicted, an' they put 
me on the fource. 

Sweep: I am glad to know it. Policeman O'Hooley. 

Poldean: My good man, here is something to refresh 
yourself with. (Gives O'Hooley money. O'Hooley 
bows, first to Sweep, then to Poldean, and takes 
the money.) 

O'Hooley: Thenk, yer, sir, Oi'll git on me last dhrunk weth 
thes. Exit. 

Poldean: Nellie, as you have said, you have two fathers, 
now, and both of us are willing for you to marry the 
man of your choice, this worthy Dupey. Sir, (To 
Dupey) I beg your forgiveness for what I said when 
I entered here, and for ever thinking you were guilty 
of crime. 

Dupey: There is nothing to forgive. Appearances were 
very much against me. 

Nellie: Fathers, you are, both, so kind to me. But wo 
must thank Mr. Thomas; for without his aid, I could 
never have accomplished the downfall of those men. 

Thomas: I only did my duty. 

Dupey: My dearest, are you the one, who ferreted out this 
crime, and proved my innocence? Tell us about it. 

Nellie: Not now; I will sometime. We must thank Mr. 
Thomas. 

Dupey: He has my lifelong gratitude. 

Sweep: We cannot express our thanks in words. 

Poldean: Right! He s'laJl have something more substan- 
tial than words — depend on that. 

Enter Simon Smart. 

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THE BLACKSMITH'S DAUGHTER. 



Smart: Hah, Mr. Poldean, Mistress Poldean 'as returned, 
hand Hi brought 'er 'ere to find you. 

Enter Mrs. Poldean. 

Poldean: Mary, my dear wifel 

Mrs. P.: Oh, Andrew, forgive me! 

Poldean: Forgiveness is not needed v/here love abides. 

Mrs. P.: You love me still? 

Poldean: Dearer than ever. 

Mrs. P.: Then I am content. But why are you here? 

(Nellie comes forward and kisses Mrs. Poldean.) 

Poldean: It would take some time to explain, Mary dear. 
I will have to ask you to wait until we get home. I will 
tell you this, though. (Whispers to Mrs. Poldean.) 

Mrs. P.: Is not our daughter? 

Poldean: No. I'll explain that, too, at home. It is a long 
story. 

Enter O'Hooley and Bridget. O'Hooley with 
hat off and coat open; and Bridget holding him 
by his collar and beating him with his club. 

Bridget: Yer last dhrunk, is et? Oi'll make et so, Oi will, 

Oi will! 
O'Hooley: Save me Mr. Swaap. She's baating me weth me 

own shalalla. 

(Dupey advances to the front with Nellie.) 

Dupey: My darling, are you happy? 
Nellie: Yes. And you? 

Dupey: I would be supremely so if it was not for the strike. 
Poldean: What will settle the strike? 

Dupey: The men's wages being restored to what they were 
before. 



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THE BLACKSMITH'S DAUGHTER. 



Poldean: Then I will see the directors and have them re- 
stored at once. Standhope was the cause of all this 
trouble 

Dupey: And Blake. 

Poldean: Yes; and Blake. 

Sweep: Turner, you mean. Bat you have no superintend- 
ant now. 

Poldean: But we soon will have; and his name will be 
Dupey. 

Nellie: Oh, how nice! Aren't you glad, William? 

Dupey: Of course, sweet one. But do you know the main 
|, reason why? Because, then, there will not be so much 
difference between me and the president,'s dauo^hter. 

Nellie: You foolish boy! And, besides, I'm not really his 
daughter. 

Sweep: Ah, Dupey, you made love to the daughter of the 
president, with all the passion of a youthful heart; but 
you will marry — 

Dupey: ) 

V The "BLACKSMITH'S DAUGHTER." 

Nellie: j 

Pinal tableau: — Mr. and Mrs. Poldean, center 
back; Bridget and Patrick O'Hooley, right; John 
Thomas and Simon Smart, left; and Sweep placing 
Nellie's hand in that of Dupey, center front. 

Curtain. 



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tains, etc., etc. 

REIJJ'S, 

SALISBURY, : NORTH CAROLINA. 



H. C Williams & co., 

The L. 5. Starrett Co. 
FINE TOOLS. 

They also carry a full line of up-to-date 
Guns and Hunting Clothing^ 

3r anything found in a first-class Sporting Goods 

Store. 

n. C. WILLIAMS & COnPANY. 

Get your work done at 



Jim Ketchey's 
Barber Shop. 

HOT 

:OLD 
BATHS. 

106 East Inniss Street. 



Call for 

Jack's 
Special 

Made by a 
Home Enterprise. 

STRICTLY 

TEN 

CENT 

CIGAR 

Union Made 



DIXIE 



STUDIO. 



PHOTOGHAPHS 



205 South Main St. 



Oestreicher's, 

(Wallace's Old Stand.) 

Dry Goods, 

and Notions, 
Ladies, Misses 

and Childrens 

CLOAKS. 

Carpets, Rugs and 
Matting. 



Have your 

Prescriptions 

Filled by the 

Salisbury Drug 

COMPANY. 

Fine Drugs and 
: Chemicals. 



This is a Union Store. 



Largest Retail Grocery in 
* the City. 

COUNTRY PRODUCE 
A Specialty. 

W. H. HUFF, 

DEALER IN 

Staple and Fancy Groceries, 
Foreign and Domestic Fruits. 

Correr Main and Inniss Sts., 
SALISBURY. N. C. 



•I^eadi 



^Jiio/i - L^lt 



'9 



ass 



jL rlntina. 



fVe Solicit >Jlll Ux^lnds of printing and 
c/uarantee the cSest yVork Obtaln= 
aSle In Urils Section, 



KJvouall= J. eeler jL t q. Co. 



9?/ione 265. 
9?, a 3Box 773 



114 1'2 NORTH MAIN ST., SALISBURY. N. C, 



T. L. SWINK, 

THE BAKER 

TREATS UNION MEN 

FAIR. 

He has the best 

BREADandCAKES 

In the City. 

133 North Main Street. 
Cor. Main and Council. 



Call on 

D. F. Foreman 

For Gentle Horses 
and - Nice - Drivers. 

S\XCC6SS0T "io 

5oTemaw IbTos . 

LIVERY, SALE AND 
FEED STABLES. 

324 E. Council. Phone 280. 



The "Craddock Shoe" 

For Men 







13.50 and Four. 

Work Shoes 

12.00 and f2.50. 



Burt's *'Gold Hedals" 

For Women 
3 and 3-fifty. 

'*Cast=Irons" & "Everlastings" 

I For Girls and Boys 

1.25, 1.50, 2.00 

Salisbury, N. C, and Elsewhere. 




"Of Course 



f> 



You want the most stylish 
and neatest in 

CLOTHES, 

Then go to 

V, Wallace ISons 



Their stock comprises the 
proper wear in Suits, Over- 
coats and Trousers. 

Their 

i^^ Hat Department 

is the larg-est in the State. 
x« Every New Style is in their 

Fine Cl othing. '^'^'^^^ ^^ ^*^^" ^^ ^^ crops out. 

VISIT 

The Big Store 
OF 

V. WALLACE & SONS. 




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J. P. HARPER & BRO., 



Successor to E. K. JAMES. 



Run a First-class LIVERY STABLE. 

For the most Stylish Rigs in Town 

See Them. 



FEEDSTORE NEXT DOOR 



118 WEST INNISS ST. 



PHONE 20. 



: The : 



PHOTO 
TENT, 



The Originator of 



Good - Photographs 



at Popular Prices. 



If you have some 
Money Laid by For 

Future Use 

The place to put 
that Money is in the 

WACHOVIA 
LOAN AND 
TRUST CO. 

Salisbury Savings 
Bank Building. . 



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We are particularly well equipped for turn- 
ing out everything that enters into a build- 
ing, from doors to interior trim. 



SASH, DOORS AND BLINDS. 

We are also extensive manufacturers of 
Flooring, Ceiling and Siding. 

PEACOCK M'F'& CO. 



J. H. McKenzie, 


THEO. 


7 


BUERBaVUM, 


Wholesale and Retail 
Dealers in Hardware, 


BOOK - STORE. 


Paints,Glass, Harness 


Stationery, 


Saddles, Wagons and 


Fountain Pens. 


Bickford & Huffman 




Drills. 


Frames, 


104 South Main Street, 


Made to 


SALISBURY, N. C. 


Order. 



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Js Jhere ^, 



USIC Lfl 



your >^ome ? 



If not, and you want an ORGAN OR PIANO, let us quote you 
prices and terms on one of our Celebrated 

BURDETT OR WHAVER 

Organs. These instruments are too well known to require words of 
praise from us. We have sold over ^oo of them and given our person- 
al guarantee as well as the manufacturers guarantee on them; and have 
never had any trouble at all with them. Our prices are low and we 
make terms satisfactory. 

PIANOS. — We handle the fine instruments made by the WEA- 
VER CO., of York. Pa., and should vou want a PIANO don't fail to 
see us, for we can save you money. Drop us a card for particulars. 
Store open every Saturday night. Respt. 



9 W. Jriz and 6, 

105 W. Fisher St., near Standpipe. 



ompani^. 



FISHER BROS., 

Feed, Livery 

and Sale Stables. 

Nice Turnouts Fur- 
nished On 
SHORT NOTICE. 

Special attention Given 

EVENING - DRIVERS. 

North Main Street, 

SALISBURY. 



Smoke 

Unionmade 
Cigar: 



Manufactured by the 
SAl.ISBURY CIGAR 

MANUFACTURING CO. 

The followino' Brands, all 
Hand-made Havanas: 

O. K., Lone Trail, Union- 
Made, Little Elsie, Two 
Brothers, Labor's Choice. 

MORGAN BROS., 



117 VV. Inrii^s. 



Prop 



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^^trst^ (^lass lYork. 

Ladies and (children s 
yVork ^^/7 ^pecialti^o 

^ot and Qold %Jjaths, 



For 



Fresh 
(Deats 



iim EROCERIES, 
CALL OR PHOIE, 



Shaver's 



Phone 291. 
113 W. Fisher 



Don't Fon>-et That 



fj hornton, 
trie jeive/er. 



For the finest fine of 



has the best equipped 
Jeweh-y Establishment 
in the City. All work 
promptly done i]i the 
best manner. Firstclass 
stock of Watches, Dia- 
monds and Jewelry. - 



UNION 

MADE 

SHOES 



Call on 



Olbitlock I Raincy 



123 South Main Street, 



SALISBURY 



N. C 



I6 



GO TO 



Brown 
Shoe 
Company 

for everything Good 
in the Shoe Hne 

107 North Main Street. 



J.K.LinkCo. 



Wholesale 

Grocers, 

114 South Main street, 

Salisbury, : N. C. 

Phone 91. 



McCubbins 



Harrison, 

Insurance and 
Real estate. 

Saliskurv, • • n. €. 

107 N. Main Street. 



i/keo. tv. fJvluttz 
and (^ompani^, 

kOruoolsts. 

707 J^ort/i ^Maln Street. 



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roivn 



i^lot/ilna K^ompanu. 



J-or clnLon=^ALacle (BlotAlnff, clnton=^ALacle 
^^ats and ^Aoes, and all kinds of 

r^urnlsninos - uor - Ctnlon - >^Len 



So 


o tJhe 


tjjroivn ^lotn 


Lna K^ompanu. 


See 


JACKSON'5 


MAUPIN 


Heats Are 


BROS., 


in The 


For 


Mouths 


REAL ESTATE 


of 


ANDINSURANCE 

OVERMAN BUILDING, 


Everybody. 


122 North Main Street. 


Phone 71 



IS 



SEP] 



J. A. Rusher 

FOR 

Fresh Meats, Fish, 
Oysters, etc. 

His prices are as low as 
the lowest. 



F!R5T=CLASS 

Restaurant, 

meals at all hours. 

Game and Oysters 

In Season. 

Regular Meals, 25 cents. 

Lunches from 10 cts. up. 



J. A. RUSHER, 



East Inniss Street. 



Q. KANSAS' T' '*' COUGHENODR 



Up-To-Date 

Candy Kitchen 

and get the 

Finest Fruits and 

Home-made dandy. 
Chocolates and Bonbons, 

at lowest prices. 
113 North Main Street 



COAL 

AND 
WOOD. 



128 East Inniss Street 



SALISBUHT, 



H. C. 



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Geo. y^. ^VS^RIGHT 

THE MAMMOTH 

FURNITURE DEALER, 

Leader in all Grades and Prices. 

Coffins, ^ Caskets, ^ Etc« 

EMBALMING A SPECL\LTY. 

Salisbury, _ _ . - North Carolina. 



-THE 

Peacemakers/^ 
Union Made 

Union Sold 

and should be used by 

UNION MEN. 

Buck's 

Stoves and Ranges, 

The Groat Enameled Line 

ROWAH EARDWMi COMPAHY. 

110 Norlh Main Siriiet. 



Union Hen 

We Are 

Always On Top ! 

Because we sell the best 
goods at lowest prices. 

KlSmR^iSlJ'Dlg 

DEALERS IN 

Hardware, Cutlery, Paints, 

Oils, Brushes, Wagons, 

Buggies, etc. 

105 Norfn Main Street. 
vSAL[9.BURY. - N. C. 



GROCERY BUYERS, 



X ^ T" 



We do not claim to ^i\e you more for your 
dollar than other good houses do. That is 
foolish talk. Competition is too strong. But 
we give as much and guarantee weights and 
measures. ...... 

Give us a trial. See our new methods and be 
convinced that we give you as much for your 
money as others Avho claim to give so much. 
Satisfaction Guaranteed. 



HALL AND GRIGGS. 



Gorman & Green 

Jewelers 

a n d 
Opticians. 

(Success(>rs to 
J. H. HORAB.) 

113 S. Main St., 
SALISBURY. 



When in Need of 

$a$b, Doors, Blinds, 

or any kind of Build- 
ing Material, call on 

€. fl. Rice. 

His stock is Complete and 
his Motto is: 

*Xm and Cet tmr 

It will be money in your 
pocket to give him a Call. 



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i^aales ^auor^/naae C^ults and Skirts, 

of the Best Makes. Also a fine Line of 

t^lacK >^Lercerlzea ana %JI/k tJaffetta 

«B»=— — jL etticoats.-—'^'''''^ 

Oiar Line of 
Ctncterivearj, lYas .^neaer >^Atore (complete, 

and at Prices Unmatchable, 



Jit ^ritt 



ains, 



720 S. 



SPOT -:-:- CASH, 

The Dollar-Stretcher 

Buys 'em in Car-loads, 
Buys 'em for SPOT CASH 

and sells 'em for Less. 

Chinaware, Glass- 

ware,Tinware, Lamps 

Notions, Novelties 

and toys. 

Your True Friend, 
C. S. MINOR Prop. 
Ill and 113 E. Inniss. 



First-class 

. 6ooi!s, 

Dry 6ooa$, €loil>mg, 

$Doe$, Rats, Eaclies* 

ana Genf $ f !irnl$ling$. 

ieK^ral Supply 

for Boife %m%. 

GLOBE, 

121 South Main Street. 



THE 



NOV 11 1903 



22 



jL atronize the >y{ntiseptic Oteam i^aundry. 

^our Cf\,easons nhy: 

1st. No business is any good without Competition 
and who is responsible for the present good service 
and cheap rates? 

2nd. We have best improved machinery and 
skilled Labor. 

3rd. Your goods are not Avashed with colored peo- 
ple's garments, as we do work only for white people. 

4th. We guarantee perfect satisfaction and are 
the UNION MAN'S FRIEND. 



Phone 24. 



Salisbury, N. C. 



Cadics' « Bazaar 

Is the place to get your 

DRY GOODS, 

NOTIONS, LA= 

DIES' FURN^ 

ISHINQS 

and Kiraps. 

Mrs. L. Fink, 

122 South Main Street. 



%jhe ^alisfyuru ^un, 

DAILY AND WEEKLY. 
Established 7897, 

Leading ^ aper 

In ^allshuri^. 

DAILY $4.00 PER YEAR. 
Weekly 1.00 " 

%/jest •^i^ventislng '^yftediu/n 

In tJhis Oectlon. 
RATES FURNISHED ON APPLICATION. 

J/oS Printing 

>^ K^^peclaltu. 

^f / O Oaltshuri/, 



ALMOISrD 
CREAM, 

FO R CHAPPED SKI]>J^ 

^i- t umina- of the Chapping Season, it 

know a Good TOILET CREAM. 
1 r'.REAM is good for soothing, heal- 

•,,,..;,,,: ing chapped and rough surfa- 

rieadquarters for : : 

iNorma iviaiuiiez, and O.K., Jack's Special 

CIGARS. 
WILEY'S CANDIES Fresh Every Week. 
CORNELISON & COOK, druggists 




GENTLEMEN AND 
THEIR LAUNDRY 



Subject to much concern by us. We treat Uit J.aundry j 

well and therefore please the owners. Shirts, Collars ! 

are sent home in a healthy con Jition. Ail work is fin- 
ished to a high degree of perfection. Nothing done or I 
left undone to cause dissatisfaction. 



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